the second the words âsmall dickâ leave your lips and send the room into fits of laughter, youâre already sealing your fate. itâs supposed to be funny â a stupid little jab you toss out while tipsy and giddy, just to make your friends laugh.
but the shift in his expression is instant. that easy grin he always wears turns sharp, his bright eyes suddenly unreadable. he doesnât say anything. not even a word. he just sits there, one long leg crossed over the other, sipping his drink with a smile that doesnât reach his eyes while the others howl around you. apparently, your friend gojo satoru doesnât like his name and the word âsmallâ in a sentence.
you try to ignore the weight of his gaze for the rest of the night â the way it clings to your skin whenever you look away, the way his jaw ticks when someone else repeats your joke. but he stays quiet. polite. calm. almost too calm. and thatâs almost terrifying.
the party starts to thin out an hour later. everyoneâs drunk and scattered, and you sneak off to the empty hallway to freshen up, trying to shake off the awkward tension. you donât even hear the footsteps behind you until you turn around â and there he is, leaning lazily against the doorframe, watching you like a predator thatâs finally cornered its prey.
âdone laughing?â he asks, voice smooth, too casual.
âjesus! you scared me,â you breathe out, rolling your eyes to hide how hard your heart is pounding. âif this is about the joke, relax. everyoneâs already forgotten about it, gojo.â
âeveryone?â he echoes, pushing himself off the frame and sauntering closer, each step deliberate, heavy. âfunny. i havenât.â
you open your mouth, some weak attempt at a defense already forming, but he cuts you off with a quiet laugh â low, dark, and dripping with something that makes your stomach flip.
âyou think iâm sensitive? that i canât take a joke?â he murmurs, now close enough for you to feel the heat of his body. ânah, iâm not mad. iâm just wondering how confident youâll sound with my dick in your mouth.â
your breath hitches. your back presses against the wall before you even realize youâve moved, and his hand lands beside your head, caging you in. the lazy grin that spreads across his face is infuriatingly confident.
âsmall, huh?â he tilts his head, eyes dropping briefly to your lips before locking with yours again. âthen open that pretty mouth and let me ruin that little opinion.â
âwhat the hell, gojoââ
âah, ah,â he hums, the edge in his voice sharp enough to slice through your words. âyou had no problem running it in front of everyone. letâs see if you can still do that when iâm shoving every inch of what you mocked down your throat.â
he tugs your head back with a firm grip, a thin strand of spit still connecting your swollen lips to his thick, aching cock â and fuck, the sight of you like that only makes him throb harder.
you suck in a shaky breath, voice barely steady as you whisper, âgojoââ
âno, no,â he interrupts, a low, dangerous edge curling around every word. âdonât call me that. itâs satoru when youâre like this.â
he motions for you to keep going, that cocky look on his face practically saying, did i say you were done?
you bite your lip, glancing up at him through your lashes before dragging your tongue slowly from the base of his cock all the way up. then you start bobbing your head, easing him deeper into your mouth.
but gojo is not patient tonight.
a low groan rumbles from his chest as he begins thrusting upward, slow at first â letting you adjust, forcing you to feel every thick inch stretching your mouth open.
it doesnât stay slow for long. his pace picks up, the slick, obscene sounds filling the room with every thrust. âwhatâs wrong? canât talk now?â he taunts, his voice rough and dripping with mockery. âi thought it was small? if it really was, youâd still be able to get out at least three syllables, yeah?â
you canât answer â your mouth is too full, stuffed past what you think you can handle. your jaw aches as you try to relax it, stubbornly determined to prove you can take him, that you wonât back down.
he loosens his grip on your hair for just a second â and you take that tiny window as a chance to sink lower, taking more of him into your mouth.
âfuuuuckâŠâ he groans, head tipping back slightly as he watches you, his breath hitching at the sight of you struggling to take him deeper, eyes watering just a little but refusing to pull away.
when you finally do, a wet pop echoes in the air. a thin strand of saliva still clings to your lips as you wrap your hand around him, stroking his cock slowly. your lips are flushed and swollen, glossy from the mix of spit and precum.
âsatoruâŠâ you breathe out, voice trembling but needy.
âfuck, babyâwhat the fuckâŠâ he rasps, the sound of his voice wrecked and breathless. he leans down before you can even respond, crashing his mouth against yours. the kiss is deep and filthy, all tongue and teeth, and when he catches your bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs just hard enough to make you gasp before pulling away.
he laughs softly, the sound low and dangerous, as his thumb wipes the mess from the corner of your mouth. âdonât ever say shit like that again, âkay? we both know itâs not trueâŠâ his lips ghost over yours again, âbut i donât like being humiliated.â
all you can do is nod, nod, and nod again, your hand still working him slowly â twisting a little at the tip, dragging a moan out of him that sends heat pooling low in your stomach.
his voice dips lower, rougher. âgood girl.â a pause, and then, ânow finish what you started⊠make me cum,â he growls, his hand curling around the back of your neck, guiding you back down. âand when you do, iâll make sure every inch of thisââ he thrusts slightly into your fist ââfits inside your cunt next.â
Youâre straddling him, bare and warm, his cock pressing against your folds, slick smearing everywhereâbut not inside. Not yet. Youâre holding out, hovering just above where heâs dying to be, watching him come undone beneath you.
âCâmon,â he pants, head tossed back, hands shaking where they grip your hips. âDonât tease me like this, baby. Iâll fucking lose it.â
âYou wanna cum inside?â you ask, voice smooth, teasing.
âFuck yes I wanna cum inside,â he groans, grinding his hips up, desperate for friction. âI need to, sweetheartâbeen thinking about it all day, I canâtâfuck. Just let me.â
You still donât move. His cock twitches against your soaked folds, and he whines.
âYou want it that bad?â you coo.
Gojoâs eyes snap open, wild and hungry and so, so gone.
âWanna fill you up,â he babbles, voice ragged. âWanna stuff you full, make you mine, fuck it so deep youâre leaking all dayâplease, baby, please, let me put a baby in you.â
You blink. âA baby?â
He moans like youâve touched heaven. âYes. Fuck yes. Wanna fuck you full of meâjust once, baby, just one little accidentâplease, let me breed this perfect little pussy.â
Heâs not even pretending to be cool anymore. His fingers are bruising your skin, his body is trembling under yours, and heâs begging.
âPlease let me cum in you. Please, let me make you a mess. Let me give you everything. Iâll be so good, I swearâjust let me feel it. Let me own it.â
You sink down an inch.
His breath catches in his throat, a strangled gasp, eyes rolling back.
synopsis: You've lived next door to Geto for nearly a year, yet your neighbor remains all but a mystery. But as for you- he knows everything about you, from the shampoo you use to the books you keep by your bed.
It all starts when an Amazon package with your name on it somehow ended up in Geto's mailbox. He would later refer to this occurrence as his greatest gift from God; the most blessed twist of fate to ever work in his favor.
A pink cardboard box sits on his counter, jarringly bright in comparison to the deep neutral design of his apartment. If the package's appearance wasn't proof enough, printed on top is an address nearly identical to his own, except his is 3-D, not 3-C. Clearly, it belongs to the tenant to his right- an easy mistake to be made by someone who reads hundreds of names and address every day.
Geto knows that he could march back down to the mail room and leave the package in the correct mailbox. He could walk away without another thought but given that the box is this specific shade of pink, he figures it might be something you're really excited for. You're probably wondering about it right now, peering confusedly at the 'Delivered' notification from your email. Besides, you both live on the third floor, so he'd be saving you an extra trip. He's just being a good neighbor.
But then he starts to think- he recognizes this shade of pink. His ex-girlfriend had once received a very similarly shaped package in the same color. Inside that package had been a vibrator that he'd grown quite familiar with over the course of their relationship. Could it be the same thing boxed up right here addressed to you?
Your door is cracked when steps out of his apartment with the package in his hand. From this angle, all he can see is the door to the coat closet directly to the right of the entrance. In his apartment, the same closet is on the left, confirming his suspicions that your bedrooms do, in fact, share a wall.
It also meant that your living rooms were connected, but Geto was already well aware of that. Yours seemed to be the gathering place for all of your friends and given the amount of chatter that trickled through the wall every evening, you had quite a few of them. Not that he minds- he works nights as a pharmaceutical lab tech, so it's not like he's there when you're having your get-togethers.
It was less bothersome during the week than on the weekend, which was when you hosted your entire gaggle of acquaintances for what sounded like game night. He was still working out the details of all the different voices, but over time, he'd developed the ability to recognize certain voices by the pitch and cadence of their speech.
It hadn't been on purpose, but the walls were stupidly thin, hardly a step up from a curtain. It was impossible not to eavesdrop, especially when the voices dwindled to only yours and another that was undeniably male. Geto'd glue himself to the wall trying to hear what the two of you were getting up to, but it seemed you weren't that kind of girl.
Or maybe Geto was assuming incorrectly that there was any type of romance going on. But for the last several weekends, he would hear the two of you chatting, then it would be quiet for a bit, as if you were pausing the conversation to make out. He has not, however, heard any sounds of pleasure from your side of the wall, and that alone has piqued his curiosity.
However, during the day, your side of the wall typically was quiet. Just as he would be getting out of the shower in preparation for bed, he'd hear your alarm blaring right at 7am. If it was loud to him, he could only imagine how your ears still functioned properly after such repetitive torture. He'd hear you getting ready through the walls and smell the coffee you brew while you take a shower. By eight o'clock, there is a jingle of keys followed by hours of silence, and he sleeps just fine.
It had to have been nine months or so since you'd moved in, yet Geto hasn't laid eyes on you even once. Your apparent opposite schedules have managed to keep the two of you from crossing paths despite living just inches from each other.
As he stands between your neighboring doorframes, he thinks about how strange it feels to know someone's daily routine despite never having glimpsed you. Based off your schedule and the lively nature of your social life, he's deduced that you must be an undergraduate student at the nearby university. He himself had graduated the semester before, but the rent was cheap and moving was too much of a hassle.
But what were you, 19? 20? With your own apartment, an 8-3 schedule, and enough time to hang out with your friends nearly every day? He couldn't be sure of your age, not without seeing you, but your behaviors made him sure that you were young.
Geto glances down at the box again, reading your name aloud to test the sound of it on his tongue. He eyes the opening of your door again, craning his neck to see what else might be behind it, but no dice. Maybe if he should just go in and leave it on the counter. He would get to see your place and hopefully satiate this prolonged curiosity, even for just a moment.
Besides, you've left your door cracked. Every front door in the building locks automatically when closed, so technically, it would be your fault if this was a robbery situation, regardless of the value of your things. It's too tempting- he's been too intrigued by the box clutched in his hand. It was fate for the two of you to meet this way. Every time you held it to your clit as you came, you'd think of the moment you saw him with the box in his hand at your door.
His hand hovers over the doorknob- is he really about to do this? Wherever you've gone, you'll likely be back any minute if you've been so careless about your door. No, it's not the right time. He's already nervous about how you will react, even more so knowing he's going to be seeing you for the first time.
You know when someone just sounds hot? The music your body makes is so human, yet so graceful and controlled until your friends come over. You sound perfect when you're just simply existing by yourself. He feels, in so many ways, that he knows you so well already. It wouldn't take him any time at all to learn how to give you what you want. Maybe he'll tell you that, if the moment presents itself.
He's fortunate yet again for the lack of insulation used by the contractors. There is a rushed set of footsteps echoing from the stairwell at the end of hall, giving him enough warning to take a step back until he's standing just the perfect distance between your two neighboring doors. He looks up as the footsteps close in, and his heart skips a beat when he finally, finally sees you.
"Hi!" you chirp. "You must be my neighbor."
The last few steps you take give him enough time to drink you in. You can't be older than 20 with plush lips and a pretty smile, one that lights up your face and showcases your lack of smile lines. And what you're wearing makes his mouth go dry. It's a baby blue pajama set with thin straps and the shortest goddamn shorts Geto has ever seen in his life. He's staring, he knows he is, but you're even more gorgeous than he could've imagined. Your hand shoots out to shake his, small and soft enveloped within his grasp for just a wink of time.
It's not enough, not even close to satisfying the desire you've instilled in him. He forces himself to look at your face and not at the tops of your tits threatening to spill out of that useless pajama top. God, and he can see your nipples straining against the thin fabric-
"I believe this belongs to you," he says, holding out the pink box.
Your face lights up impossibly as you pull it into your hands, and Geto thinks he might die right there. He smiles at your excitement; he was right- you were excited to get this. God, he would be so good to you if you'd let him.
"Oh, thank you!" you say enthusiastically. "I've had a lot of packages go missing lately, so it's really nice to actually get this one. Thank you so much."
You're practically worshipping him with the sinful sweetness dripping from your words. So well-mannered. Would you be this polite if he brought you into his bed and offered to give you his cock? Would you smile at him as you are now, and say please every time you ask him to fuck you? He'd do it for you- he'd give you everything simply just for being such a sweet girl for him.
Geto smiles and introduces himself. "It seemed like a pretty important package."
He catches the way your shoulders tense and the slight flush of your cheeks- shit, was it actually a vibrator in there? Clearly, you're embarrassed, so it would make sense, but there's no need to be ashamed of getting one.
But you're smiling sweetly again, any trace of worry wiped clean. "It's nice to finally meet you, Geto," you say, and he swears that he sees your eyes flick down to his lips.
He hums, tilting his head to side as if to study you. "Likewise."
You send him one more polite smile before disappearing into your apartment. As he's closing his own door, he's imagining you making a cup of coffee like you do every morning. Are all of your pajamas that pretty? He's met you once, but already he can tell that you're a princess. He bets your parents pay your rent and send you money for groceries anytime you ask. A girl as sweet as you was probably well-accustomed such doting and pampering.
Someone was taking care of you, but were they making sure you were safe? Who was reminding you to keep your doors locked? You were a young pretty girl living on your own in the city- anything can happen. Clearly it seems that you need someone to look out for you, and who could possibly be better for the job than him? He lived so close by already; checking on you would be no problem at all.
And after seeing your perfect thighs in your little shorts, the swell of your breasts straining against the blue fabric...he'll do anything if it means he might get to see that again. He'd come up to you from behind and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your ass against his hips. One hand holding your chin as he kisses the side of your neck, squeezing your thigh with the other...
You need him. Someone older and more mature to nurture you properly. Besides, he was just being a good neighbor.
That evening, he rearranges his room so that the head of his bed is flush against the innermost wall of his apartment, the one that he shares with you.
***
Geto will admit that somewhere deep inside, he does feel guilty. This part of him is disgusted and ashamed, constantly wishing he could be different and cursing himself because he's not. But he was going to make you love him. Once you let him in, you'll wonder why you hadn't come to him sooner. You'll see- he'll prove it to you, and then you'll understand that everything he does is for you.
But the rest of him, the more dominant parts of his personality, run rampant once he's fallen for you. He isn't acting right, deep down he knows that, but he can't stop. He doesn't want to stop. He wants to know every secret you might be hiding. The home a person keeps says so much about them, and he wants to know everything. You won't have to hide from him, not ever, and he'll make sure you know that. Maybe he's obsessed, but can you blame him? You're just so perfect.
He's starving for you, but he's got to be subtle; if he's too forward, he risks upsetting you or scaring you away. He doesn't want to stress you out, either, but it's essential that he sees your apartment. He needs to check your locks, especially the one on your balcony and make sure that you're keeping up with your cleaning.
It means taking advantage of the several minutes you leave your door cracked when you've gone down to the basement to do your laundry. Every Saturday afternoon, before your friends come and steal you away, you gather your basket and leave your deadbolt extended to avoid locking yourself out.
He's managed to pull it off twice, the first time being harder than the second. It took him three days to work up the courage to even try thinking of a plan, but after moving his bed to the wall, closer to you, he's descended quickly into absolute agony. It's a stroke of luck- no, of fate- that has made you put your bed against the same wall- and he can hear everything.
A few days have passed since the package mishap, and by that point, Geto had almost forgotten about the contents of the box. That night, just as he's getting ready for a shift at the lab, he hears a strange buzzing as he's brushing his teeth. It's an electric toothbrush, so his first thought is that maybe it's time to replace it. But as he rinses out his mouth, he finds that the buzzing had not ceased. It's go to be you, he thinks, immediately drying his face and flying over to the wall to press his ear flush to it. He's just in time to hear the beautiful, merciful sound of a mewl escaping from your lungs.
A shaky breath passes his lips. He's dumbfounded by the pleasure that flows through his abdomen when he realizes what you're doing. He'd totally been right about the package. Even through the wall, he's able to recognize the same vibrations. Maybe he's just been Pavlov'd, but immediately he can feel the blood rushing south as a faint throb starts in his cock.
He knows without a doubt that you've got the cutest pout on your lips, maybe a few strands of hair falling into your face as you lay your head back. "Feels good," he whispers, despite knowing that you can't hear him. Do your hips buck up into your hands, or do have those plush thighs squeezing them tight while you try to cum?
Is this really happening right now? Heat creeps up his neck and high on his cheeks as another moan, albeit quieter this time, blesses his ears. He can't stop his hand from finding his cock and palming at himself as he eyes slip shut.
He's dying to know- he wants to see you right now, wants to watch as you spread apart your folds and fuck yourself until you're trembling. He needs more, he needs everything that you can give him- and you will give him all that you can. He knows you will because you're just that good of a girl.
Fuck. He's got to get to work on time before the cultures expire and he fucks up three weeks' worth of data, but you are killing him with each sweet little moan that leaves your mouth. He's picturing you on your knees with your ass in the air, two fingers pumping in and out of your tight cunt while your other hand has a death grip on the vibrator.
He's waited so long to hear your pathetic little whines as you fuck yourself as fast you can on your too-short fingers. You're so desperate, and with how hard you're trying, it's obvious that you're getting frustrated. He wants to help you- it's clear from your desperate cries that you need him to. He would help you cum, over and over if that's what you wanted. "It's okay," he breathes. "Keeping going, it's okay."
Using a vibrator for the first time can feel almost painful if you're not used to the intensity. You're so overstimulated that you're struggling to reach the orgasm you chase so desperately. He feels genuine pity for you as cry out, "please! so close...mm." If you'd just asked him, he would've been able to introduce it your sensitive clit the right way.
He's begging you more, anything you could give him. He knows you'll do it for him soon. You were just that good of a girl, and maybe you were too sensitive to cum without a little bit of a help. If he was inside you, you'd have creamed all over his cock by now, too fucked out to ride him anymore as he pounds into your pretty pussy from behind.
As much as he would love to see you beg for it, he truly thought that you deserved to cum and felt frustrated for you. You were such a sweet girl; the only reason it took you so long to try your new toy had to be because you were nervous. Good girls deserve the best orgasms, after all.
Shit, were you still a virgin? Did you even know how to make yourself cum yet? That would explain why he hadn't ever heard those pretty sounds before. Fuck, you were going to make him lose his goddamn mind if you didn't cum in the next 60 seconds. "Y-you'll cum for me, right? I know you can do it."
Geto did not make it to work on time that day, quintessentially ruining over 300 specimens all because you wanted to play with your pussy right as he had to leave for work. It was terrible timing, but he can't say he regrets bringing himself to one of the best orgasms he'd ever had without even touching you. It wasn't enough, though, just hearing you. He needs to see it, needs to feel your warm, tight cunt squeezing him dry while you moan into his ear.
A plan comes to him, albeit a risky one. The next time you leave to do your laundry, propping your door open like always, he slips into your apartment. It's an inverted copy of his own- the same appliances, same gray tiles, a balcony at the back of the living room. Your apartment is so girly, so shamelessly you, and not to mention spotless. Geto makes a poignant effort to keep his place clean, but only a control freak would keep their apartment this organized. You must be an anxious person- but that's okay, because he'll be there to help you through it.
Two minutes pass- you should be back any moment, and while he has an idea of what he'll say if you catch him, he really wants to avoid scaring you. He can't have you feeling scared around him, so he turns to leave- he can always come back another time after he's more prepared. But then he sees a set of keys lying on your counter, and the gears in his head start turning.
You've left your door open, so you'll be able to get back in- he doesn't have to worry about that. He knows you won't be leaving anytime soon. He's confident that he'll have enough time and he doubts that you'll notice your apartment key missing if you're not actively needing it. So, he pockets the whole set and slips right back out as silently as he'd come.
Early on Monday morning, Geto waits until he hears the jingle of your keys and the click of the deadbolt as it slides into place. The smell of coffee lingers, and his clock reads 8:06, but he can't risk you coming back, so he forces himself to wait a little longer. He's nearly vibrating with the anticipation of getting so much unadulterated time in your apartment. The copied key in hand is representative of everything he's done to get closer to you. This observation will help him learn who you are- what shampoo you use, what you keep on hand in your fridge, what toys you have hidden away.
He decides it's been long enough when 20 more minutes pass, and Geto makes a beeline for your bedroom. Compared to the rest of your apartment, your room is much more lived-in. The white comforter topping your bed is rumpled, exposing light pink sheets under a plethora of stuffies and pillows. He's more interested, however, in the nightstand on the side.
He pulls open the single drawer and sure enough, there's the white vibrator that you've been using quite often lately. Aside from a bottle of lube, there's nothing aside from some medications and a pair of nail clippers. His suspicion that you're a virgin persists from your lack of sex toys- no wonder you were so embarrassed when he hinted at the contents of your package. Already, he was half-hard thinking about how good he was going to make you feel. He was ecstatic to think that no one else had touched you yet. Whoever that guy was, the one you your often spent evenings with alone, wasn't going to stand a chance.
Geto steps away to make toward your bathroom, and feels something soft under his foot. He glances down and bends to retrieve the black lacy thong you've left so mercifully on the floor. It's foul, it's intrusive, it's perfect- he brings the fabric to his face and breathes in your scent. His cock throbs in his pants, begging for attention- for your attention, but he can't have you yet. No, it has to be perfect because you are perfect, and you deserve nothing less.
He shoves the thong in his pocket before going into the ensuite bathroom.
Later that week, the universe finally gives him a break.
That fateful Friday evening, he calls in sick to work. His throat is a bit sore, and he knows the ache in his muscles isn't from last night's workout, so he opts to take his temperature, which reads 38.2°C. He knocks back some cold medicine before burying himself in the blankets on his couch, dozing in and out as the effects sweep him away.
He's roused by a rap-rap-rapping on his front door, and even through his medicated haze, his heart jumps- is it you? Is he really about to get this lucky? He glances at the clock above the stove to see that it's half-past 11, and from the din coming through the wall, he knows that you've got your friends over. As he crosses to answer the door, he does feel a bit better aside from the persistent fog clouding his brain.
And it is you, dressed in a pair of jeans and a pink top that shows off your midriff. Your cheeks are painted with a light flush and your hair is bit disheveled, obviously tipsy from the way you're swaying a little. He smiles at you, drinking in the soft curves of your hips that he's been dying to dig his fingers into.
"Hey," you say. Your speech isn't quite slurred, but there's a lilt to your words that says all he needs to hear. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this, I know it's a little creepy, but-"
He doesn't mean to cut you off, but the words spill out of his mouth before he can stop them. "No, it's no trouble at all. Bother me all you want."
You're tipsy enough that the line works- you even laugh a little, and the sound makes his heart skip a beat. Every sound you make is so sweet
"Right," you say. "D'you have a wine bottle opener by chance?"
He shoots you his best disarming smile. "I do."
"Could I borrow it for a moment? I promise I'll bring it right back, I'm right next door."
He'd give you his left lung if you asked for it. He considers inviting you in, but the state of his illness deters him. All the lights are off in his apartment and he hadn't bothered to change out of his gray sweats and black sweatshirt. His hair is down, likely tangled and flat from dozing on his couch. No, you deserve to see him at his best- he'll get you to come over soon enough.
"Of course," Geto says. "Just a second."
He leaves the door cracked in the same way he's seen yours over the last month. Your fingers linger on his own when he places the wine opener in your hand. Even that slight contact sends a wave of excitement through him.
"Swear you'll come right back?" he teases, smirking a little.
You smile again, making him fall even harder when shoot him a wink before disappearing back inside of your apartment without a response. If this was your way of flirting, he's even more enamored with you. So coy, yet so sweet as you look at him over your shoulder before the door closes.
Geto goes into his kitchen to heat up a bowl of broth. Your tits sat so pretty in that little top- did you always dress like that? Not too revealing, showing off just enough to drive him mad with desire. He didn't get to see your ass, but if it was anything like he remembered, he knew that those jeans would cling to it like a film.
As he's sipping on his soup and scrolling mindlessly through his phone, there's another knock. He's on his feet and at the door in seconds, not even bothering to hesitate to swing it open so he can see you again. This time, you're holding a bottle of rose (because of course, you are) and his wine opener.
"Can you do it for me?" You're looking up at him with what he swears is a pout, and with how you bat your eyes through the question, how can he refuse? It would be criminal not to help, especially when you're asking so nicely with that cute look on your face. "None of us can get it open."
He's delighted that you've asked him. Were there no boys over there to help you? Did you choose him over them, or were you truly just too clumsy to do it yourself?
He cranes his neck to see if anyone else stands in the hall, but it seems deserted save for you, so he pushes forward. Geto does his best to seem mildly disinterested yet nice, not wanting to scare you away with the words he really wants to say. If he didn't fuck this up, maybe he wouldn't have to wait so long to get you to come back. His plan would get to move so much faster, but he had to be careful.
"I should probably do this over the sink," he says, reaching out to retrieve the bottle from your grasp. He purposefully lets his thumb brush the tip of your pinky- enough to test the waters, but not so much that it can't be played off as sheer coincidence. As he turns to go into the kitchen, he says over his shoulder, "Feel free to come in, by the way."
The suggestion is very forward considering you've said less than 20 words to the guy since moving in a year ago. Had you been of a better state of mind, you would have politely declined- you barely knew the guy even if your beds were separated only by a few inches of drywall. But you can't deny your curiosity; not once have you glimpsed what lies on his side of the wall. So you indulge yourself and step over the threshold, making sure to pull the door as you do so.
There's no way he's getting this lucky right now. All the plotting, the strategic timing of your meetings, and his careful research are finally paying off. You are walking right into his apartment without him having to lift a finger. He doesn't think you can get any more perfect- he hasn't even touched you yet, and you seem to already know what he wants. It was proof that the invisible string was real.
You stand at a safe distance on the side of the bar opposite from his, watching intently as Geto works the wine opener into the cork. There's a satisfying 'pop' as he gives it a firm tug. What would've taken you an embarrassingly long amount of time is accomplished with one quick flex of his forearm and a small grunt of effort.
"What's the occasion?" he asks.
You stare at him blankly. "Huh?"
He returns the wine opener to its rightful drawer, drawing out the motions to maximize how long he's got you in his apartment.
"It's champagne, so I figured maybe it was for something special," he explains. "Or are you just fancy like that?"
You're smiling at him again and his heart soars. He prays that you'll always look at him like that, and only him, but he gives no indication of the depth of his feelings. He wraps his hand around the neck of the now-open bottle and extends it toward you as he rounds the side of the counter.
"You could say that," you reply with a giggle. "Thank you..um, it's Geto, right?"
He nods. "Anytime. What's mine is yours."
It comes out wrong- way too intense to say if he's trying to stay above ground with you. But you don't seem to mind. If anything, the flush on your cheeks deepens as you take the bottle from him. From where he stands, he can make out a faint scar dragging across your exposed collarbone. He wonders what it might feel like to run his tongue across you delicate skin and leave marks. Would you keen into him and clutch at him as the quick, sharp pain pulls a whine out of you?
"Um, I'm sorry if I'm ever loud or anything," he says. "I work nights, so I think we have opposite schedules." A white lie, but he doesn't want you to leave yet. If he just keeps you talking, maybe he'll get the chance to ask you to hang out. He's desperate, honestly, but he tries to hide it as he stands between you and the front door.
Your face lights with a carefree wave of your hand. "Oh no, I can hardly tell you're there most of the time. I'm a super heavy sleeper, too, so don't worry about it."
He hums and shoots you a grin. "Guess I've been worried for nothing, then."
"Same to you, though," you continue. "I have people over like, all the time, I know they can get really loud."
It's awkward now, as you stand there with your eyes darting around the room and occasionally meeting his. You're nervous, he realizes, shifting your body in a way that makes your hip jut out. He doesn't want you to leave, but he's less apt to make you too uncomfortable, so he makes to walk you out.
"Thank you again," you say, smiling at him widely. He returns your thanks, and watches you disappear into your apartment once more. Already, his mind is reeling as he checks the time. Your friends should be leaving in a couple of hours- the noise usually diminishes around 2am, which will be no trouble to stay up until.
And he makes it despite taking another dose of medicine, having long since grown used to being awake during these hours. You should've have mentioned that you were a heavy sleeper, because now he has to do this.
His clock reads 3:10 when he quietly turns the lock with his copy of your key. The lights are off and it's silent, such a vast difference from the earlier commotion. He leaves his keys on the counter in case there's an unfortunate jingle when he finally enters your room.
You sleep naked- god, you make it so easy for him to love you. Your lips are parted and the passive rise and fall of your chest signals just how deeply you're sleeping.
He slides a hand between inner your thighs, unable to help himself any longer. He teases at your entrance to see how wet you are, dipping his fingertip in just far enough to get a taste of you as he brings it up to his mouth.
And fuck, his index finger slides right in and your cunt flutters around it.
But you don't stir; there's not even a hitch in your breath as he curls his finger into that spongy tissue that he's sure should've roused you. You weren't exaggerating about your being a heavy sleeper, and Geto silently sends praise to whatever gods that were helping him pull this off. However many drinks you'd had earlier were keeping you pulled under the sea of unconsciousness.
He thinks about sliding his hands under your thighs and burying his face between them, licking and sucking at your clit to properly taste you. Surely you'd have to wake up from that, but his patience is wearing thin.
He needs this- he needs you. He's so desperate to finally sink into you, to fuck you like he's been aching to for months. His hands are on the waistband of his sweats and he's pulling out his cock, the tip already weeping as he thumbs at his slit. He wraps his hand around his shaft and starts thrusting into it, finally letting himself begin to unravel as he lets out a pleasured sigh.
God, he doesn't know where to start. Your perfect tits bounce ever so slightly with every rise and fall of your chest. The collarbones he's been wanting to bite are so vulnerable and delicate, sitting right there for the taking. But he doesn't want to ruin the moment by waking you from too much stimulation. He leans over your still body, holding himself up on his palms as he glimpses your pretty face.
He feels that he might die if he doesn't fuck you right now, lining up his cock with your entrance before he buries himself inside you.
"Ohh, fuck," he breathes. So tight, so warm, so perfect- his own perfect little pussy, so much better than anything he could've imagined. He fears that he might cum right then, digging his fingers into the sheets in attempt to steady himself. Even in such a deep sleep, you're soaking his cock with each slow thrust. Are you dreaming about him fucking you right now? Is that how your slumbering brain is making sense of all the pleasure?
Once he's got some semblance of control, he rolls his hips into yours, sinking back into you until. It's too good, and he needs more, he needs to have his cock as deep as you'll take him. He moves his hands to your knees and bends your legs until your thighs are pressing against your chest. It's desperate, the way he fucks you, but somehow, you remain as still and quiet as you'd been when he first came in. Your body jostles with each thrust and he sees the tip of your tongue creeping out from between your parted lips- fucked dumb, even fast asleep.
He knows he should probably pull out, but he's too fucked out to think straight, not to mention the cold medicine running through him right now. It's not right, but with how fucking good you feel, he doesn't care. You're going to wake up with his cum dripping out of your aching cunt, wondering obliviously if your period came early. Traces of him will be all over you and he just knows you'll love the feeling. He can already tell you're going to be his little cumslut- you're too sweet to deny him such a pleasure.
His thrusts get faster until his balls are full on slapping against your ass and his muscles tense all over. You're squeezing him so fucking tight, it's a wonder he's lasted this long, especially with how needy you've made him.
An involuntary flutter of your cunt sends him over the edge. His orgasm wracks his entire body and he's trembling with each spurt of his cum that covers your gummy walls, uncaring as to what consequences might await him. He moans out your name, panting as he empties every drop into you, and you just take it so well. Just as he's about to pull out, your eyes flutter open ever so slightly.
But you're so tired- you don't even notice that it's Geto hovering over you before they slip shut again. "Mm," you murmur. "Wh-what are you..mm." The words trail off, and a moment later, your breaths are soft and even again as sleep takes you once more.
You're adorable. He slips out of you as gently as he can, he waits until he can see his cum start to trickle down to the curve of your ass. He lifts a hand to stroke your cheek and brush away the stray hairs on your face, but he doesn't want to risk waking you when you're already so sleepy. With how pliable and motionless you are, it's clear that you need your beauty sleep.
As he slips out of your apartment and back into his, he can't help but think of how lucky he is. He's so lucky- how is it that fate has blessed him so richly? He was going to make you his. You were going to get so addicted to his cock, to his scent, to his taste that you'd never dare to leave him. You'll belong to him, free for him to use and praise as he pleases. But he will always reward you for being his sweet girl.
And, he thinks, you are so so lucky to have such a good neighbor.
i felt like a mad scientist the entire time i wrote this. if you've thought about trying to write fanfic, JUST DO IT because sometimes it's really fun.
boyfriend!gojo absolutely adores how girly you are, loving the hyper feminine look you have.
he loves being the one to buy your expensive makeup, your pretty skirts and crop tops that definitely show a little too much cleavage just for him to ogle at.
even watching you apply your makeup, watching you paint your eyes with liner and apply pink blush to your cheeks with a smile before finally applying your sparkly lipgloss has him so impressed.
he wonders sometimes how he bagged such a pretty girl, resting his palm on his cheek as he admires you with a small smile on his lips.
and you can be sweet like candy, thanking him for all the expensive gifts with a kiss as you leave a pink kiss mark on his cheek while gojo wears it like a badge of honour.
however, he canât deny the bitchy attitude you have that gojo feels the need to fix as he watches the way you roll your eyes as him and the way you huff with crossed arms.
and those bitchy, mean comments. those are what set him off the most. it gets his cock twitching when you insult him, something he realised he lowkey got off on - but he canât let you know that!
so instead, heâll have you laid beneath him completely bare as you whimper out from gojoâs cock abusing your gummy walls, sweet yet mocking praises coming from his lips.
he loves fucking the attitude out of you, smiling at how quick you drop the bitchy comments and how your eye rolls from earlier turn into ones of pleasure.
but, gojo can be a little cruel. he never lets you cum when you want to, making you wait and wait until your eyes are brimming with tears and your legs are shaking uncontrollably beneath him, causing gojo to chuckle at your pleading figure.
âplease, baby.. mâ sorry, just wanna cum..â, you beg, your orgasm ruined again by your boyfriend whoâs just so clearly enjoying himself.
âbut you were just so mean to me today, iâm not sure if you deserve it yet.â, he hums to himself, pretending to think as he looks down at your trembling form and almost feeling bad for you but gojo knows you secretly enjoy this, that you crave it.
but, donât worry. after a while your boyfriend will reward you with countless orgasms that same night for being so good for him and taking your punishment like a champ, later kissing your forehead as he wipes away your tears of pleasure and looking at your ruined makeup.
god, you love how your sweet boyfriend tames the brat in you, all while tending the the rest of your spoilt needs.
Warnings- mentions of sex and sexwork, masturbation ( f) oral (m and f receiving) fingering, spit kink low-key, cum swallowing, reader is innocent DON'T read if you don't like that, mutual pining, obsessive Gojo, he can't get hard if it's not you, this whole damn chap is smut so, aftercare and feelings. A little bit of angsttt, a lil bit of cuteness, demisexual reader and pornstarr Satoru what a pair.
Summary- You meet Satoru Gojo at a wild Hollywood party, insanely out of place, waiting for your friend to show up. The two of you hit it off, spending time together, and share a kiss, but you're a good girl, and you just don't do this, but he is the top pornstar there is, and the top .01 % on OnlyFans. Once you find out, you know there's probably no match, as Satoru doesn't date, and you don't sleep around, but after meeting, you keep in touch- and soon Satoru can't get hard without thinking of you, and you get over curious, and join a livestream of the boy you like. Just how will that go for you both!? WC 10.6k!
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Chapter Two
âCome in.â
You shyly take him in, how fucking gorgeous Satoru Gojo looks, shirtless with just a pair of dark jeans sound low on his hips, showing that perfect body up close. You can smell the shampoo heâs used, wafting in the fancy penthouse, just standing there and staring with your lips parted.
Pull it together!
âThank you, itâs good to see you again.â You say softly, when he shuts the door behind you with a gentle click, and you eye him now, his gorgeous eyes bright and glittery, lips quirked up.
âYou sure saw a lot of me.â
âShit.â You cover your face, and he gently eases your hands down, smiling at you, laughing just a bit.
âWhere are your glasses?â
âContacts today. Do you um, like them?â
âI do, theyâre cute on you, but I do like seeing your pretty eyes better.â Heâs gently cupping your face as he murmurs, youâre trembling from his touch, his proximity. âTake off your converse. Keep on the kitten socks.â
âYou like these huh?â Youâre feeling so comfortable already, despite your nerves, of why youâre here, how fucking bold you are, so out of your comfort zone, but it feels fucking perfect. You ease off your shoes, and he kneels, making you gasp, as he runs his fingers over the soft fleece of those socks.
âTheyâre so hot. Shit.â
âThey a-are?â He sighs, pressing a kiss on your thigh and looking up at you then, on his knees, he can inhale your arousal, making him almost press you up on the wall and eat you then and there. He barely controls himself, knowing youâre clearly not experienced, kissing your other thigh and standing slowly.
âVery hot. Need a drink?â You nod shyly, and he takes your hand, as you cross the luxurious expanse of his beautiful home, the finest furniture everywhere, plush shag carpet that would be impossible to clean, over to his kitchen now. âPick your poison sweets.â
âDo you have wine? I do drink that a bit.â
âDo I have wine? Psh, what vintage, what year?â He pulls open a blue lit wine fridge then, stocked full, and you blink in surprise, peering down with him.
âNothing fancy! Goodness, I like Rose?â
âRose it is.â Satoru opens it with ease, some fancy electric cork opener that fascinates you, just making you cuter as you study it. âIt isnât that fancy, swear, this bottle is just ten years old.â
âIsnât that fancy then?â
âNo, not really, but itâs really sweet. Youâll love it.â He leans up, as you take in the enormous kitchen, he reaches a high up cabinet, snatching up two crystal glasses, your fingers brushing the pretty black marble.
âYour home is gorgeous.â
âIt better be, fucking expensive as shit.â You canât stop the little nervous laugh, praying you donât snort this time jesus that had been embarrassing, thanking him when he hands you a glass filled with pretty pink liquid.
âThank you so much. Mmm!â You taste it and sigh, eyes fluttering shut as the juicy strawberries hit your tongue. âOh itâs to die for.â
âI taste better.â
You almost spit out the wine, and heâs grinning and wiggling his brow, you take another sip for courage. âThat will be burned into my brain.â
âGood, it should be. I can think of a lot of things Iâd love burned into my brain right now.â He sips that wine, just a drop spilling, which you lean over to brush off with your thumb, sighing as he grabs your wrist now, pulling you impossibly close. âImages of you have been steadily fucking me up since that night.â
âSo itâs not um, one sided?â He scoffs, setting down both of your glasses, walking you until your back is against the counter, his scent overtaking your sense while his touch burns you.
You wondered, was it the party, was it in your head?
No.
His touch is everything, your eyes are drawn to his, while he leans lower over you now. âOne sided?â
âWell, itâs insane and⊠Satoru I donât just see you as some object, please know that, we could just⊠talk and Iâd be happy.â He pauses as you murmur nervously, looking down, biting that lip too hard.
âThink Iâd mind if you used me? Iâd let you use any part of my body.â You gasp, eyes wide when they go up to his now. âThink you havenât been on my mind since I blew that smoke in your mouth?â
âI didnât know if- mnh!â Heâs pressed you against the counter now, arms barring you on either side, your breath comes so fast as he towers over you in his elegant kitchen, eyes locking on his, head falling back just so.
âI wanted to respect you, despite my very disrespectful thoughts, of everything I wanna do to you.â Heâs leaning lower, cupping your face with a hand now, breath mingling as he brings your face so close, lips a mere centimeter away. âFilthy things, Iâve been thinking of.â
âO-oh y-yeah?â He canât stop his little laugh at you, sighing and tilting his head, pressing a kiss on your lips, just a brush of them that ignites need in your body, heart and fucking soul, which you try to shove down, to focus on how good your skin feels against his.
âPrecious little thing, would be so fun to ruin you. Filthy fucking thoughts. But weâll start with this one.â He picks you up now, you cling to him, arms around his neck, as your eyes meet, and heâs holding you like itâs nothing, hands gripping your ass under your skirt, squeezing and pressing you against him. âI wanna watch your pretty face when you cum so hard you canât think.â
âGod, SatoruâŠâ Heâs kissing you again, carrying you effortlessly to his room, you canât even look at the luxe surroundings, enwrapped in his arms, drowning in his messy, expert kisses. âMnh!â
âThe little sounds you make.â Satoru certainly doesnât fuck girls that arenât co-stars or in the industry, but he canât think of any time heâs ever been this ready, this filled with need for anyone. You feel so perfect in his arms, but you look even better when he pulls up, seeing you in the center of his huge bed, pretty lips swollen from his kisses.
âI love kissing you,â at your sweet words he pauses, and you clear your throat, feeling that flush hit your cheeks, looking down at his chin, touching it gently with a finger, before slipping fingers down his throat. âToo much?â
âNo, I love making out.â You smile in relief, he should say how much he loves kissing you, but he doesnât do that, right? He doesnât just go dating, falling in love, with his lifestyle, it would just drag a good girl like you down, itâs why he held back, but now that youâre here, he canât prevent himself from feeling it all.
He wondered, was it in his head?
How good you tasted, felt, your scent?
It wasnât, and itâs even more intense now, the need unfulfilled by jerking his cock to you constantly, nothing like your soft, yielding lips and body under his, your breasts so soft even as nipples press hard through that fabric. He pulls back, littering kisses down your chest, your collar bone, watching you writhe under his sure touch, his ardent mouth.
âSo good, ah!â Your hands grip his blankets, sweating just slightly as he drags down your cardigan, moaning then.
âNo bra?â Youâre shaking your head, and he smirks now, some of that LA Satoru Pornstar showing through. âSlutty.â
You giggle, before you moan, as his kisses delve lower, and he reveals a breast fully with an unbutton and tug, sighing as he sees one of your pretty tits. âIâve never been called that.â
âIâm always called that.â You both laugh again, itâs easy, fuck, you feel so good just being under him, his huge hand gripping your breast now, eliciting a moan. âLike me calling you slutty when youâve been such a good girl, hmm?â
âOh my god.â Heâs chuckling again, the man knows his effect, but you canât argue, all you can do is gasp out, as he plucks a taut nipple between two fingers.
âPerfect tits, mmm.â Heâs kissing down one now, tongue lapping your nipple, tastebuds rolling over the peak, and your eyes flutter shut, tummy clenching with ache for him. âPretty, perfect, bet all of you is.â
Youâre melting under his expert touch, perfect pressure everywhere you didnât even know you were craving. âYouâre so sweet.â
âI taste sweet too. Remember?â Youâre furiously blushing now, covering your face as he grins down at you. âYou asked, you know, slutty, itâs proven now.â
âIt is slutty,â youâre giggling before he yanks the material apart further, mouth latching on to a sensitive peak. âMnh, Satoru!â
âMmhmm.â Heâs sucking your nipple, pulling back with a pop of his lips, trails of saliva dripping from lush lips, and your heart wonât stop hammering, hot desire shooting through you.
A girl that has to have feelings.
But you already fucking do, admitting it or not, itâs more than his beauty, itâs so much more. You donât want to scare him off, you just want to experience this, the longing so tangible itâs eaten you alive all week. The videos of him and your friend, him and other girls, dying to know what it feels like, but the way he is with you?
Itâs different.
Heâs gentler, more careful, sweet, with every caress youâre getting wetter, but also youâre falling into the abyss that is him. âWhat all have you done before, sweetheart?â
His question brings you back to the matter at hand- experience. âI have had sex once.â
He blinks now. âOnce a day?â
You snort at him, as he grins, undoing the rest of your sweater and sighing at how beautiful you are. âSilly. No, just once with my ex, but I guess it was not very good, we split up the day after.â
âYour pussy probably ruined that boy.â Youâre giggling again, god it feels good, natural under him, no wonder heâs just so very popular. He makes you feel so pretty as heâs slipping up your skirt, moaning softly. âOral?â
âNo.â He pauses a bit, running his fingers up and down your slit.
âFingering?â
âAh!â You canât stop the cry that escapes your lips when your sticky wetness pours against his fingertips over your panties.
âAsked a question, pretty.â
âHard to focus.â Youâre crying out again, when he eases them down your thighs, eyeing your bare, glistening cunt and almost losing it.
âGod itâs perfect.â
âOh, Satoru, you don't have to say that.â His jaw clenches a bit, eyes narrowing, those white lashes shielding just a bit of the dazzling blue.
âI mean it, I am kind of an expert, you know.â Youâre flushed underneath him, so adorable as you run a hand up and down his body, feeling every strong muscle, his cock is twitching, aching to fuck into you. But he holds back a bit, spreading your thighs, hands slipping up them now. âThatâs why you asked, because Iâm an expert?â
âBecause Iâve never felt so comfortable, soâŠâ you trail off, looking down shyly, lashes casting dark shadows on your cheeks, from the soft light over head. âI havenât felt so wet.â
âFuckâŠâ Heâs running his finger up and down your slit, watching you fall apart from that damn near, thighs tensing, your eyes shooting back up to his own. âYou are soaked.â
âItâs a new problem.â He grins again, cocky and self sure, but thereâs something to that smile, you try to pin it down but soon heâs thumbing your clit, and youâre gushing further down his hand, dripping onto his bed. âOh!â
âYou touch yourself?â You nod, covering your face again. âShow me.â
âShow you?â He nods, easing back and gently pulling your hand off your face, until your fingers are kissed so sensually, and he puts it down to your pussy, enjoying the color spreading across your cheeks. âLike now!?â
âItâs how Iâll know what you like. Women please themselves better than most men do, so I avidly study. Are you a clitoral girl, a g spot girl? Penetration, friction?â
âItâs like a science to you huh?â Youâre fascinated, but not as fascinated as Satoru Gojo is when heâs watching your tiny little fingers part your plump folds, pressing up to find your little clit. The action is sexier than anything heâs seen, and heâs seen so many lewd, wanton things, but this?
God youâre just art.
How your lips part, brows together in concentration, as his hands press into the plush of your thighs, blue eyes drawn right to your slick cunt, drooling wetness out of your little hole. Heâs barely hanging on by a thread, a man of his experience and profession, decimated by the pretty girl tentatively rubbing her clit for him, in nothing but a little skirt shoved up her hips, that sweater laid out under her.Â
âMnh!â Your quiet little moan elicits something feral, he tries to remain calm on the outside, give you a smirk, as he leans down, pressing a kiss on your inner knee, feeling you tremble underneath him.
âSo you like your clit played with?â His husky words just make you wetter, more sensitive, as you play with yourself spread wide for this man.
âY-yes.â Your little nod is met with a gasp, as you look at his fingers, slipping slowly up.
âCan you cum from it?â
âUsually⊠the wandâŠâ He kisses higher up your thigh, watching as you get so wet youâre slippery, fingers slipping as he watches you avidly, watches the way youâre shifting, tilts his head to see where youâre pressing.
âSheâs probably tiny and hard to get. Allow me?â
âYes sir.â He chuckles at that, taking his thumb and pressing up, hitting your clit so good you canât take it. âOh! Oh my godâŠâ
âSheâs very tiny. But thatâs good, easily stimulated,â Satoruâs murmuring now, touching your slick, bare cunt, making him die to taste you, pressing the quivering little clit while you cling to his wrist, whining out. âYou like that, sweets?â
All you can manage is a nod, as he brings you to the edge, pleasure filling you, the sighs mixing with the sounds of your slick cunt clicking in his room, echoing and making it even more lewd, wild, while you let the man you hardly know touch you. Fuck you want him to, as he presses up harder, and youâre gripping his forearm, feeling those muscles tense as he works you.
âSatoru!â He moans softly, god he loves how you say his name.
âReady for a finger inside you? Bet youâre so tight.â You nod nervously, when he slips his middle finger in then, so long itâs insane, making you gasp out, as he exhales, moaning out softly with you. âKnew it, so tight, but⊠hereâs a spot baby.â
He curls his finger just so, and youâre gasping for a breath, while his thumb still presses your clit, your body writhing as he builds pressure. You are so tight, heâs questioning how much work up youâd need for his cock, but heâs sure itâd be worth it, to stretch this perfect little cunt out. He swipes back a little drop of drool off your lips when your back arches off the bed, tits begging for his kisses.
You realize then, itâs not just his skill, how good his thick finger feels inside of you, how beautiful his lidded eyes are, itâs the energy emitting from his being, with every exhale, how he looks at you underneath him. You gasp as he hits a spot deep inside your slick walls, making you see white hot stars for just a moment, soft cry escaping your lips, youâre so wet you can hear it, the squelching of your cunt so loud in his penthouse.
But itâs not just how good it feels, you know itâs something more, how Satoru looks at you like youâre the prettiest thing there is, like youâre all there is. His other hand strokes your hair back, as your thigh hitches up over his hip, allowing him to sink deeper with an impossibly long finger now. The way he feels, his weight on you, everything about him overwhelming all your senses.
âLook at you, fuckâŠâ His soft murmur causes his hot breath to brush your lips, you taste just how sweet he is, your hands gripping his chest, as your eyes roll back with how his fingers hit. âThere you go, feel her pulsing around me, can you take two, sweetheart?â
âTheyâre so thickâŠâ He chuckles now, cocky in his little grin, pulling one out to suck it off, and your throat goes dry, seeing his cheeks hollow, and his own eyes fluttering shut as he moans.
âIt tastes so sweet, god.â He sucks his other clean finger, tapping your thigh now. âRelax, if you canât weâll go back to one, okay?â
âY-yes.â Youâre so cute laid under him, the little squeak when he slips two into your tight little cunt making him chuckle. âYouâre laughing at me.â
âYouâre so adorable. Sorry.â Heâs smiling at your half assed little glare, but youâre all flustered, your cheeks heated to the touch when he presses his lips on one, sinking both fingers in now, making you cry out at the stretch. âLoosen up, sweets, relax. Just feel it.â
Just feel.
But you feel too much.
Fuck.
You nod as he leans up, dying to yank his lips down on yours, craving the connection even as he eases you to relax, to take more of him, and when you do, when youâre that full, your moans get throatier, cunt slicker. He exhales as he feels it, as he watches you, easing back to shove that skirt higher up, to look at your little hole sucking him in so greedily.
âGod I wanna bury my fucking face in her, can I?â Your lips part in a gasp, when heâs laying prone between your thighs, easing his fingers out to spread your lips, watching your little hole wink and twitch as it leaks more of your arousal out of it.
âY-you do?â He smirks now, soft tousled hair falling over his brow, you brush it back then, making him even harder, cock twitching in response to that, as he inhales your scent.
âI would die to have you cum all over my face, drown me in it.â How is he. Heâs insane and ruining you. âYour cunt is even fucking cute.â
âHow can it be cute!?â Heâs chuckling again, breathing against you, and yours comes faster, breasts rising and falling in your open sweater.
âThey can be cute, especially yours.â He smacks a kiss on it - âmuahâ making you giggle then, instantly relaxing, as you realizeâŠ
You trust him.
Heâs a stranger, but fuck if it doesnât feel like youâve known this insane man forever, exhaling and spreading your thighs more, he notices the action, you relaxing under his palms, earning more of him dying to enter you. But he has this feeling, that once he does?
Youâll fucking ruin him.
Your taste alone is sweeter than any wine heâs had, the most corny shit he should not come up with in his sex addled mind, but you make him think of more, of every reaction of your pretty body. How you cry out, your sighs, the way your hips shift now, your little hands gripping his shoulders, nails pressing in, making him vividly picture how good itâll feel when theyâre raking down his back.
âYou want it, hmm sweets?â He asks again, kissing higher, sighing as he nears you, feels your heat against his face. You nod then, shyly, and he leans up a bit, pressing one more kiss over your hood, chin brushing your needy little clit. âI need explicit consent, enthusiastic consent before we go further.â
Fuck heâs perfect.
Youâre playing a dangerous game, you already feel yourself falling into the unreal swirling blue storms of the eyes looking up at you, from between your thighs. Your hands relax then, cupping his cheek, which he presses a kiss on your palm, and you decide any of him is worth it, how badly he makes you need him, how willingly your body is ready to respond, your heart needs to stay in its chest.
âYes, I would love you to, please.â Your words end him, sweeter from your lips than he could imagine, and with that he doesnât just lick you, no, Satoru Gojo devours you then and there. âAh! S-Satoru!â
âMnhâŠâ Heâs buried his face against your pretty pussy, and fuck heâs ruined further just from it, from sweet arousal seeping into his tastebuds, as he dives that tongue in your pulsing little hole. Youâre tensing under him, tummy trembling when he presses down on it, making his next stroke so intense you start to fall apart under him, hands yanking his silky locks.
You taste sweeter than anything.
And fuck if Satoru Gojo doesnât have one hell of a sweet tooth.
The way he devours you then is surreal, youâre clinging to his hair just to grasp the earth, his hungry moans vibrating your sensitive clit as he flicks his tongue up to it, sucking it in his hot mouth, making your toes curl under those socks, the sensations so overwhelming, and heâs just getting started. Heâs got that smug look in his blue eyes when he glances up at you.
Your taste is something he canât describe, Satoru loves eating pussy, but fuck if youâre not an entire delicacy, spread just for him. Some possessive, psychotic instinct takes over then, knowing heâs the first to kiss your pussy, lap you up, having you pull his hair so hard it hurts, as he presses his cock against the mattress. Why is he so fucking feral over you?
Every insane fucking instinct kicks in while he slathers your cunt with his saliva, his tongue lapping up your juices, and god thereâs so much. Youâre soaking his face, manicured nails pressing against his scalp, while you scream out hoarsely. Your moans and little cries just make it more intense for him, when heâs flicking his tongue just so, making you writhe under him.
He grabs at your hips, dragging you more impossibly on his face, and sucks on your clit, hard, making you jolt and moan his name now, your body arching off the bed. Satoru is relentless, his tongue flicking and circling, his teeth grazing, and itâs driving you wild, making you want to grab him and push him deeper, grind against his face. But you hold back, biting your lip, your hands tight in his hair as he devours you.
âYou can fuck my face till you cum, donât hold back.â His whisper is met with a lewd kiss on your clit, grinning against you now, you feel every line of those straight white teeth on your sensitive cunt.
âI c-canât do that!â
âYeah you can. Use my face till you get off.â Youâre blinking in confusion, even when heâs literally been with so many women, you canât help but feel special, how he looks at you then.
âYou sure?â He nods, and you yank him against you then, to his satisfied moan, hips arching up to fuck his pretty, perfect face now, grinding on his long, talented tongue, as he continues to fucking ruin you with each stroke. âMâcumming!â
He just moans, as you can feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure thatâs going to shatter you, hitting your tummy and making it clench, the heat spreading while he works you so good, like he knows your body better than you do. And then he does it, he pushes his long tongue inside you, curling it just so and pressing on your gummy walls.
At the sensation your hips pause, his nose bumping your twitchy little clit, and you cum so hard youâre blinded, your body shaking as you scream out, so loud it should embarrass you, but heâs loving it all. Your cunt squeezing and spasming around his tongue, pussy pulsing with the force of your climax. He groans into you, the vibrations sending aftershocks through your body now.
âOh my god, oh my f-fucking⊠Satoru!â Youâre pushing at him now, when he flicks his tongue back on that clit, making you clench around nothing now, struggling as he pushes you into another fucking orgasm. âS-sensitive!â
âGood.â His first word since drinking you up. âMessy, slutty little cunt, she loves it huh?â Heâs damn near talking to your cunt now, smacking another messy kiss along it, face glistening with you, making you flush. âCan you cum one more time?â
âItâs a lot IâŠâ
âYou can, hmm? Câmon, one more fâme, pretty please.â You manage a shaky breath, nodding while he sinks a finger into your pulsing hole.
âOh! Mnh!â Youâre reduced to noises, words canât be formed when he curls his finger just so in your messy cunt now, pressing up and hitting the sweetest pressure, your hands grip his blankets until they crumple underneath your hands, as he pushes you once more, this time more intense. âCumming, cumming!â
âMhmm.â He just moans that, watching you with dilated blue eyes that appear almost black, curling a long finger so deep you shatter, weak and dazed as you come down from the high, blinking away stars.
âHoly fuck⊠what theâŠâ Heâs sighing now, easing his finger from your tight little cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs, as you brush back his hair, trying to catch your breath. âYouâre better than any vibrator my god.â
âOf course I am.â Heâs grinning, when you swipe off your slick, embarrassed and flustered. âYouâre so messy baby.â
âIâm so sorry! Iâve never done all this!â You lean up on your elbows, looking at the wet spot under you, drooling across your thighs, and all over his lips and chin.
âItâs sexy, stop it.â He leans over you now, you gasp as his hot heavy length presses against you under his pants, taking several shaky breaths, eyeing his lips.
âCan you kiss me again?â Your whisper is raw and vulnerable, youâre trembling under him, as he leans closer. âSorry I just need it.â
âOf course, you should taste yourself.â He slams his lips down, the charge between you both unreal, youâre drinking yourself off him, thighs pressing against his hips now. Your hands slip up his strong back, feeling how hot his skin is, while his tongue delves into your mouth, and you taste your sweetness.
âThank you.â Your little whisper ends him then, between smacks of kisses between you two, he should be thanking you for letting him, since when has he thought that way? âGod, fuck that was intense.â
âYou came pretty easy for me, you know.â
âOh!â Heâs grinning and wiggling his brows, and for a moment it feels too natural, too easy to be under him, making you both pause.
This was what he did for a living.
Heâs certainly having fun, but you canât get too confused.
âWhat else would you like to do? Are you sure youâre ready for it all?â His intent makes you so nervous.
âI wanted to suck you? Is that okay?â Satoruâs cock hurts so bad it takes everything to hold himself back, from grabbing your pretty face and fucking it, stretching that little throat out. He thinks heâs dreaming, swathed in your taste, your scent, brushing your now messy hair back gently.
âIs that okay? Fuck yes.â You giggle now, as he helps you sit up, switching positions and lying on his back now. You are almost naked, the skirt still on along with your kneesocks - those kittens, so cute he thinks - something so seductive about you keeping them on as you get on your knees.
âHeâs very pretty. Is that weird to say?â He shakes his head, letting you unbutton his pants now, watching you avidly, your hair falling to the side, just over one breast, which he puts back over your shoulder now. He watches you shiver from the contact, goosebumps on your breasts.
âHeâs very pretty, I already know this.â You roll your eyes a bit at him, but his laughter dies when his cock is free, and heâs helping you take the rest of his boxers off his slim, long legs. âBlushing again?â
âItâs bigger in person!? How.â Heâs just beaming, youâre sure this is merely stroking his enormous ego, but you canât help it.
âThe camera subtracts two inches.â
âDoes it now?â Youâre leaning down, hair brushing his thighs as your tiny hand wraps his thick, massive cock, tracing a pale blue vein under taut skin, watching as he jerks, whining out softly. âIs that okay?â
âGod yesâŠâ Heâs swallowing now, it was easy to be conceited eating you out, but heâs a fucking mess when you barely touch him. He shuts his eyes, trying to pull himself together, heâs supposed to teach you, not get flustered like some damn virgin, about to bust from a touch. âHave you jerked one?â You shake your head. âIâm so confused, how did you have sex at all?â
âHe just put it in, and it hurt.â Satoru frowns now, seeing the expression on your face.
âYou canât just put it in, youâre stupid - ah - tight.â Youâre stroking a bit, laying down now, breaths against him.
âTwo virgins I guess we sucked.â You muse softly, sighing a bit. âBut youâre⊠much, much bigger.â
âWell I wouldnât hurt you. Okay?â You nod then, smiling because you already know, pressing the flat of your tongue to his slit, making him whimper, the sound has you pause, as you taste him, sticky precum coating your tongue.
âYou are yummy.â Satoru canât take it then, yanking you up and making you gasp, pinning you beneath him. âSatoru, let me suck it please?â
âI canât take it.â He kisses his taste off you, drool pooling in your mouth as he hastily unzips your skirt. âIâll bust quick.â
âHow? Iâve watched you, and your stamina-â
âNo stamina right now. Shit stamina.â Heâs kissing you again, and something shifts, hungry and desperate, overwhelming your senses, filled with him. Your hands grip his obliques, feeling them tense as he moves, as he breathes with you. âLet me have you cum again.â
âI wanted to make you cum.â Your soft whisper elicits a low growl from him, as he clutches you so tightly you almost canât breathe, wondering just what the fuck youâre making him into. âIf itâs fast wonât that mean Iâm doing good?â
âThatâs one way to look at it - ah!â Youâre touching him between your bodies, stroking him again, watching how his lips part, his jaw clenched, muscles so tense his arms are shaking. âShit, okay.â
He stands now, as youâre on your knees, brushing your hair into a ponytail and holding it there, pulling just a bit as he touches your cheek. âTell me what to do?â
âOpen.â His soft command is husky, reverberating through you, as you do just that, forward on your hands and knees, as he slips the tip of his cock against your open lips, painting the precum along them like the prettiest gloss. âFuckâŠâ
You stay open, god youâre a good girl, arenât you?
âThatâs it, use your tongue sweetheart- f-fuckâŠâ As you do just that, and his cock fills your mouth, Satoru loses his tentative control, pulling your hair so hard you cry out just a bit. âShit, you okay?â
You pull back with a pop, looking up at him with dilated eyes, lidded and full of desire. âIâm good, I um⊠liked it.â
He pulls it again, pricking pain that makes your cunt impossibly wet again, as you suck him in, trying to remember what youâve seen before. Satoruâs moving now, sucking in a breath when he sinks deep in your throat, feeling you gag around it, he has to pause his thrusts, exhaling.
âRelax the throat, just like that, such a good girl, arenât you?â Youâre whining out, pressing your thighs together as you suck up and down his length, so long he makes you choke, tensing. âBreathe through the nose, there you go.â
Youâre listening so perfectly, would you listen to anything he said?
Satoruâs never been one for too much bdsm, but fuck if you donât elicit every goddamn thought of anything heâs seen. Tying you up, blindfolding you, making you cum until you faint from it, waking you up and doing it again. He struggles to cling to any sense of composure as you shut your eyes, nostrils flaring a bit, sucking him in so deep inside your tight throat, squeezing him.
âFuck, youâre doing so good, look at you. Sucking him so deep, can you bottom out?â You try to concentrate, relaxing your throat, nodding just a bit, and Satoru can feel the bulge of his cock in your delicate throat as he brushes his hand along it, sighing at how goddamn sexy you are.
His abdomen flexes, the muscles taut and defined as his hips move, as his cock pulses in that tight chamber, gripping him and making him think just how perfect your pussy will feel. The thoughts of it have him fucking your face harder, faster, as you reach down, touching yourself, unable to take it, balancing on one arm now.
âGotta touch your pussy again, love my cock so much?â This isnât Satoruâs âpornstar voiceâ no, itâs husky, desperate, broken, as he feels you pushing him closer and closer with each suck, flick, gag, god when you gag it feels so good, so much he wants to keep causing it.
Youâre slipping two little fingers in your slick hole, they slip in easily which has never really happened before, but how can it not when Satoru had stretched you with one of his long, thick fingers? Something is heady when you look up at him under your lashes, hitting your own spot, whining and choking on his cock, watching the flush of his cheekbones, feeling him tense.
You feel so much, more than just sucking a beautiful cock, the intensity and care of him fucking your throat means too much, how heâs delicate, careful, holding back. You see it in his tense body, you feel him shaking, holding back so he doesnât hurt you, testing just what you like. And you want to please him, god you do, you want him feeling just a bit of what he just gave you.
Satoruâs breaths themselves are pornographic, heavy and stuttering, his words broken as he fucks your face so goddamn good, youâre pumping your fingers in quicker, but god nothing felt like his. Long and thick, compared to yours, so short and not hitting a goddamn thing, squishing and clicking, along with the sound of your suction, slobbering all down Satoruâs length now.
âYouâre so good, d-didnât need a lesson, for shit- ah! Mmm!â Heâs louder than you expected, in the clips you watched he was a little more quiet, heâs so loud and vocal while he thrusts, pausing then, pulling back, letting you take a dizzy breath.
âYou like it?â Your whisper ends him, he shakes his head.
âLike it no.â That wasnât a good word for whatever your innocent mouth is doing to him, heâs had the most practiced girls, heâs had multiple sucking him at once, as he came all over their faces, crossed eyes and tongues sticking out. But nothing is like your nervous little look, as he grabs your hand now, yanking it off you.
âAh!â Youâre gasping as he sucks your cunt off them, moaning as he does, making your jaw drop.
âIâm about to cum, where do you want it?â You turn into a flustered mess when he releases your spit soaked fingers.
âWanna taste you.â Your answer has him desperate, heâs pressing your lips open again, cock shoving deep, you moan around him, pushing Satoru over that ledge.
âWanna swallow all my cum, like a good girl?â He knows what that does, itâs so clear, and you manage a nod, when he fucks your face faster and faster, hands gripping your face delicately for as hard as heâs going. âReady baby?â
You merely whine out, shaking as you feel him pulse in your throat, he pulls back, and then you feel it, hot and sticky, so much cum, ropes of it pouring in your mouth now, as Satoru whimpers again. This time you know itâs different from what you heard, his usual moans, looking up to see his eyes fluttering shut, his hands gripping your face harder as he keeps filling your mouth.
You swallow him all down, he is sweet, just a tiny bit bitter, but flooding your senses as your hands grip his thighs, and you suck him all down, every rope of white cum filling your throat and now your tummy. Youâre so full, sucking more and more, until heâs sensitive, gasping.
âF-fuck, god, Iâve⊠youâŠâ He canât form a word, as an innocent, nerdy little thing has destroyed him, made him into a whimpering fucking mess.
How the fuck.
He eases back, and tilts your chin up, as your hands slip up his abdomen, brushing the soft white hair above his still hard cock. âLemme see, did you swallow it all?â
You nod, opening as he guides your jaw, and he sees your pink tongue, your mouth devoid of his cum aside from some that had spilled on the corner of your mouth. Satoru exhales, swiping at it now.
âWant more of me?â
âYes.â Itâs instant, you donât even think of it.
âThen open again.â You do just that, when Satoru spits right down into your open mouth, lewd and filthy, the saliva stringing down until it hits your tongue. âSwallow.â
You gulp him down, as his hand wraps your pretty throat, and he canât stand it then, a cock thatâs cum twice today wonât go away, itâs coming back if anything at how debauched heâs made you. How obedient you are, looking at him in shock, wiping at your lips, cheeks tinged with color.
âPretty fucked out little doll.â You whine out as he kisses you again, craving his lips more than anything, the way you feel in his arms, as he presses you against his hard body. âAre you sure youâve never done it?â
âY-yes, um⊠youâre very sweet.â
God. Ruining him.
Youâre ruining him.
Heâs kissing you again and again as his phone goes off, he smacks at it, scowling, mouth back over yours, tits squished in his huge hands. His cock is hot and heavy against your thigh when itâs going off again, he sighs, leaning up and peering over at it on the nightstand.
âManager, shit.â
âItâs fine, go ahead Satoru.â You whisper, stroking his cheek now, he moans and kisses you again, before leaning up now.
âYep.â He answers, still running his hands down your tits, your nipples, eliciting cries you try to bite back, much to his pleasure. âYeah I know I just⊠have wanted to do solo for a bit.â
Youâre trying not to listen in, caressing a bicep, feeling just how strong and cut he is, while he smiles down at you. You hear the managerâs voice, and watch Satoru roll those baby blues, sighing now, sitting up a bit. You go to do so as well, but he gently pushes you down, shaking his head.
âI donât wanna do the gang bang, too many dicks.â You canât stop the little laugh, and Satoru smirks at you, pressing a little kiss to your collarbone. âYouâre gonna scare my friend off. Yeah I have friends, the fuck?â
Satoru continues the conversation, still kissing on you, something you didnât know how badly you needed or craved after doing so much with him, god his cum is inside you, along with his spit. Imagining him just⊠leaving you⊠or sending you home after he came was a big fear, and what you expected, but the fact that heâs so touchy is making you feel even more comfortable.
Itâs like youâve known him.
Since you met him you felt that way, your heart aches at his cute, almost boyish grin, while he keeps speaking. âFine, Iâll do the shoot if itâs that much money, but I swear Iâm tired of Sukuna lately. And Toji? Ugh. Fine, fine then.â He hangs up his phone, and you bite that lip, making him gently tug it. âI hate gang bangs.â
âThatâs not something I thought Iâd hear from anyone?â He tosses his phone aside, kissing up the side of your neck, making it tickle. âYou have a shoot?â
âYeah, I avoided them all week.â He pauses then, not wanting to say why, surely you donât⊠feel anything other than pleasure, right? And if so, youâre a good girl - what if this life hurt you?
âWhy are you avoiding it?â
Satoru sighs, kissing up to your ear, dying to say it - you.
But thatâs fucking insane.
âI get a little exhausted sometimes from it all, I figured Iâd focus on the OF.â He leans up, brushing fingers across your cheeks, still hot to the touch, your gaze affixed on his collarbone now. âI really hate working with Toji and Sukuna. Suguru is fine, weâre so close I guess. But those two are so annoying. And one girl, four dicks? Dicks touching, balls touching.â
âOh god.â Youâre nervously laughing as he does. âSo why do it?â
âItâs my job, I canât keep turning em all down, already got my manager angry as fuck clearly.â He sighs now, because he canât even fathom having a girl under him, itâs like youâve done something.
âSo a gang bang.â
âYep. Ugh. Letâs not talk about it.â Heâs kissing you again, and you canât help but again feel envious of anyone that gets him, and you damn sure should not think this fucking way. âDo you want more?â
âI think maybe a pause. Because that was a lot. Iâm a little worn out.â
âAmateur.â
âIâm not a pornstar!â You shove at him playfully and he laughs again, but this time you feel it, the tension, his hand gripping yours gently, warm and wrapped around your little wrist, as it rests on his chest.
âThere are amateur pornstars you know.â
âWell that certainly couldnât be me. I donât think Iâd let so many people see me naked- not that I mind that you do! Did that seem judgy!? Shit-â
âShh. No, youâre just you, and thatâs okay.â You heave a breath of relief, hoping he would never think youâd judge him, as you fall deeper into that gaze. âSo when is your next lesson, student?â
âStudent!â You canât stop the blush, the giggle, that makes him die for you over and over, when the door opens. âOh!â
âI forgot to mention, I share the penthouse with Suguru.â He quickly buttons your cardigan, as you slip on your skirt, and the two of you hear kisses and soft moans, Satoru steps out curiously, literally still naked. âOh, hey Mandy.â
âGojo!â Suguru is kissing down a pretty girl's neck as Satoru leans in his doorway, dick just out like he couldnât care less, and you step up behind him, earning Suguruâs curious gaze.
âItâs the pretty girl from the party.â He smiles, as the girl - Mandy, you guess - looks at you as well, and you recognize her.
âOh itâs Jennaâs friend, hi.â You wave and she giggles, bouncing over to you, while Suguru takes his jacket and shoes off. She gives Satoru a kiss on the cheek, then takes your hand. âYou take the best pictures of her, oh my god!â
âOh, thatâs sweet of you.â Satoru finally goes to slip on his jeans, giving you all a good look at his little round ass, as he slips them up over them. âShe told you I took those?â
âShe did. Hey, Iâd pay good money for a shoot.â
âOh, I donât do it professionallyâŠâ Satoru comes back now, a hand at the small of your back.
âYou took those of Jenna?â You nod now. âShit they look pro.â
âThere are always side hustles love.â Suguru says now, holding a hand out to you, and you put your much smaller one in his, as he brings it to his lips. âWe didnât officially meet. Suguru Geto.â
You give him your name shyly, and then heâs dragging Mandy to his room, as she waves at you now. âIf you change your mind, let me know!â
âI will.â Youâre fidgeting a bit as they shut the door, laughter echoing through Satoru - and Suguruâs - penthouse. âA co-star?â
âSheâs mainly Suguruâs co-star, but Iâve joined in. That is about as close to dating as he gets I think.â There it is, the word - dating. He clears his throat then, tilting your chin up. âSeriously, those pictures are so good. I didnât know you took them.â
âJenna is just beautiful, itâs easy.â Satoru frowns, watching you look down nervously.
âI mean lighting, angles baby, that shit matters in the industry. You said you did graphic design?â You nod. âNot too far off art in general, and bodies are art.â
âYou think bodies are art?â Satoru leans down now, one hand on either side of you.
âYours sure is.â His words do too much damage, words you die to hear from his perfect lips, but here you are - falling - when you know damn well you canât.
âYouâre way too nice.â
âI am not even. I told you Iâm an expert.â He grabs your waist now, and you canât stop your heart from racing, from feeling too much, for a man that apparently will be having a whole gang bang tomorrow. No, you have to keep this separated, you got pleasure, he did, and thatâs okay.
Right?
Get out of your head!
âLetâs get you something to eat, bet you forgot hmm? Youâre all shaky.â
âYou notice a lot.â
âI like to pay attention,â
Heâs perfect, aside from⊠his job is to fuck people.
Shit stop caring!
âLet me heat you up something, come on.â You follow him into the kitchen, hearing the moans and cries, and Satoru smirks as he peeks at his phone. âTheyâre really on cam right now.â
âOh!â
âWanna see?â
âNo, no. No way.â Satoru turns on the microwave, leaning on the counter, eyes raking over your body slowly, you feel it like a caress.
âOnly watch me, hmm? Iâm so special?â His lips turn up, and heâs teasing, but you almost say yes, he is, holding it back nervously.
âMaybe you are.â You want to seem teasing, fun, but your voice is just soft and nervous, Satoruâs lips part, as if to speak, then the microwave beeps. âYou donât have to feed me, Satoru.â
âYes I do. Itâs nothing, I have a million of these meals, and theyâre full of protein- you need that after sex you know. Sit.â You sit up on the bar stool now, as he places the little meal in front of you, then turns to the fridge, to give you the best view of this manâs back.
God itâs sexy, the curve of his spine, the dimples in his lower back, the bulging muscles so defined, your mouth goes dry for a moment. He pulls out a water bottle, before going over to one of those pretty white cabinets, pristinely clean for two bachelors living here you notice. He takes a little packet, smiling at you as he tears it now, pouring it in.
âElectrolytes, for the waterfall.â
âOh god.â Youâre covering your face as he laughs, the sound is so nice, itâs too nice, how thoughtful he is, when he shakes up the bottle and hands it to you.
âItâs hot, stop. Eat.â
After eating as much as you could, and drinking most of the bottle heâs mixed up, Satoru has you in the bathroom, tenderly helping you clean up, fixing your outfit while youâre waiting on your ride. He is by far the sweetest guy youâve met, careful when he wipes you up in places that make you blush, then tackling your hair with a flat black brush.
Satoruâs brushing your hair gently, you see him towering over you, behind you in the reflection, so careful as he slips that brush through your messy hair, so relaxing you almost fall asleep. âYouâre spoiling me.â
âThis isnât spoiling, sweetheart.â God the thought of spoiling you fucks him up. Images of fucking you in just some diamond body chain, and nothing else, brings the cock heâs trying to calm down get hard all over again. âAftercare is important.â
âI see this. You do⊠for your co-stars?â
âOf course I always make sure theyâre cleaned up and okay, but especially for you and not being so experienced. I imagine you didnât get that with your ex?â You shake your head a bit.
âI thought we were in love, after that I really closed off. But no he was sweet it was like we both were a little too sheltered, and then that kind of cinched it, that we werenât compatible. Do you think everyone can be physically compatible?â Satoru purses his lips then, shaking his head.
âI can make anyone cum, because I know how, but,â his hand puts down the brush, now heâs eyeing you in the fancy gilded mirror, brushing your hair over your shoulders, studying your pretty face. âI donât think everyone âvibesâ if that makes any sense.â
âIt does, actually.â Was that it, you two mesh well? Not whatever fantastical ideas run rampant in your addled mind? When he rests his chin on your head now, holding you, you try to remember, Satoru is sweet, he does this with his costars. Heâs just a good guy who knows women.
It canât be more.
While Satoru remembers that he could not ever be good for a girl like you, and he shouldnât even let this happen, because youâre fucking his brain up. The thought of fucking anyone makes him cringe, god all he wants to do is bury his face between your thighs again, keep having you cum. Heâs got to remember you trust him to show you things, and thatâs all it needs to be.
He has a career he loves, right?
His hands slip further down your body, your breaths quicken, his big hand splayed on your tugged cardigan. âYou really are art.â
âSatoru, the things you say- mnh!â Heâs lost now, cupping you between your thighs again, as he presses you against the counter, eyes so bright with those shrunken pupils, as you feel fingers glide against your panties again. Your eyes roll back, head falling against his chest.
âLet me have you cum one more time before your car gets here?â You weakly nod, how can you not, and he moans, bending low so he can slip your panties to the side, fingering you with two, you try to cover your cry, and he yanks your hand off your mouth. âWanna watch that pretty face.â
Youâre so fucked.
He has you gushing down his fingers, making a mess all down thick knuckles, hasty and quick in the bathroom, as his lips touch the shell of your ear. âI canât wait to sink my cock so deep in this perfect cunt.â
âAh! Satoru⊠nghâŠâ Youâre ended, wrapped in his dangerous embrace, eyes losing focus when he murmurs again.
âLook at yourself when you cum.â You never have done this, youâve never seen your face this way, the way your eyes are so dilated, you can barely see a ring of their color anymore, your parted lips, when he slips another hand under your chin, keeping your face forward.
Youâre pulsing around his fingers once more, this time so sensitive from your orgasms itâs even easier for him, when he kisses up your neck, up to your ear, breaths heavy against it. Your vision shakes when youâre getting closer, ass arching while he presses you even more against the marble sink, the soft cream walls all fading as you begin to shatter.
âArt⊠see?â His whisper is so raw and genuine, you nod weakly, falling against his strong body as he eases his fingers, pressing them to your clit and eliciting one more orgasm, running in circles while he watches you, hungrily, and you know it even more, cunt spasming for him.
You really fucking like Satoru Gojo.
You want to be dumb and say whatâs in your heart, but it canât be, itâs his enigmatic charm, itâs his sweetness, itâs how sexy he makes you feel. Itâs his presence itâs⊠god, all of him, intoxicating like some drug, and youâre not sure if a taste of him is anywhere close to enough, when he takes his fingers out, leaving you empty, putting his fingers to your lips.
âSuck.â His quiet orders are so easily obeyed by you it drives him to insanity, pulling you close as you taste his fingers, eyeing how sensual and fucked out you look in his arms, wondering how he lets you go.
*****
The Next DayÂ
The bright lights of the set are fucking blinding, thereâs too many dicks, that must be it, not the girl thatâs in his fucking head constantly, that he would do anything to have gushing down his face again. The one he kept thinking how beautiful her goddamn eyes were while she swallowed him, versus just thinking of the pleasure, no it was more, far more.
âSatoru, you really need Viagra buddy.â Sukuna says with a chuckle, when the director yells - cut! - and Satoru sighs.
âOh fuck you, itâs all your dicks.â
âYou look like you really donât mind-â
âToji, stop.â Suguru pauses him before Satoru and Toji fight as they tend to when they butt heads on a shoot. But, the directors wanted the top stars, and here they all were in one room with a beauty, who pauses sucking Sukuna and jerking Toji then, looking at Satoru curiously.
âI need a minute.â Satoruâs manager frowns now, having seen this before in the last shoot. He comes up to him now, as Satoru frowns at his usually at least semi hard cock just hanging there, irritating him to no end.
âGo take a break. Try to⊠get back to it.â Satoru nods, heading to the dressing room and downing a bottle of water from the fridge, leaning over the counter where they do their makeup, though Satoru never really needs anything but a little clear mascara for those long white lashes.
He came in your mouth, he had you on his face, shouldnât that have fulfilled something, the longing and desire? Did he need to fuck you to actually be able to function? Or if he fucked you would he be good and ruined!? Considering her mouth and hand could do nothing to him, and his annoying co stars talking shit certainly didnât help anything.
How were you?
He hadnât heard from you today.
Since when does he care if a girl hits him up? He frowns now, wrapping a towel around his hips, hanging low, pulling up his cell phone and seeing it then, making him smile, and he sees how lovesick and goofy the smile is in the mirror. He immediately tries to stop it, the grin, but his lips keep twitching when he looks at the text again.
Good Girl𫊠(yes thatâs what he saved you as, no heâs not sorry) I hope you have a great shoot today, Satoru. I am not working tomorrow if youâd like to get dinner? Is that weird? Itâs weird. Just have a good day! Ignore me!
He laughs a bit, youâre too fucking adorable and just awkward, god he fucking loves it.
đœđ Satoru (yes thatâs his name in your phone, no youâre not sorry) Youâre cute. Of course we can do dinner, you pick a spot?
He sits down as the three dots do more to make him hard than this stupid ass shot, wondering at you then. Was dinner code for a lesson, or did you want to hang out with him? Spend time? He fears that would make him fall just as much if not more as touching you, kissing you, because god if he doesnât just love listening to you talk, like that night at the party.
You fascinate him.
Good Girlđ«Š- I sure can, six pm work for you?
đœđ Satoru - Sure thing sweetheart.
When he calls you sweetheart you canât stop the goofy smile on your face, but then you remember where he is. Heâs probably on a break from⊠a fucking gang bang, and you can NOT be jealous about that. You cannot be upset that you already want him to yourself, greedy, stupid and selfish. God you knew you probably couldnât handle this well, but the fact that itâs more intense than you anticipated is hard to swallow.
But you want him near you, even just for dinner, you were so nervous heâd turn you down, but god if you donât enjoy his presence altogether. He makes you laugh, he makes you feel so good, as if this⊠emptiness youâve had for a long time is filled by a big white grin and sparkling blue eyes.
đœđ Satoru - Weâre friends, right?
Good Girl𫊠- Absolutely, no matter what âlessonsâ we do, I want to be your friend.
đœđ Satoru - Then can I get a favor, pretty please? I will make it up by buying us dinner.
Good Girl𫊠- Of course, what is it?
đœđ Gojo - Another picture of you.
Youâre flushed now, surely on a shoot with a beautiful girl he didnât need some picture of you? Youâre home now, just in gym shorts and a crop top, hair in a messy bun, your glasses on.
Good Girl𫊠- Satoru I look like crap.
đœđ Satoru - Bet you look hot.
Good Girl𫊠- Picture of what?
Satoru sighs in relief, biting his lower lip, wondering if he should just come out and fucking say it - he doesnât think he can get hard if youâre not there, in his head, if he doesnât see you. Itâs a theory thatâs getting more and more tangible by the moment, that he doesnât know if he can perform his damn job anymore because your taste is soaked in his tastebuds.
đœđ Satoru - Your perfect tits, please? Iâll show you mine.
You giggle then, shaking your head, skin so overheated when you nervously look in the mirror in your room, scattered books and stuffed animals covering the dresser. Can you do this, take a picture of⊠your body for him?
Good Girl𫊠- why? Arenât there tits for you waiting?
Youâre bratty, he didnât realize till now. It makes you hotter.
đœđ Satoru - Not even close to as pretty as yours - and there are so many dicks and balls. Help your friend out :â) I will make sure I kiss them as a thank you.
Good Girl𫊠- Image.
You freak out as you send it, the picture of your tits in your mirror, and Satoru moans out loud at it. Yeah, he saw them, but fuck, youâre perfect, hair up in some messy bun, your glasses on the bridge of your pretty nose, little baby yoda plush front and center against your mirror, god it makes you even hotter. Youâve wrapped an arm under them, pressing them up and together.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Heâs throbbing now, looking down at his cock straining the terry cloth towel, scowling back at the phone, realizing he thinks you have put some spell on his perfect cock. Are you some witch disguised as a sweet little thing!? He eyes your tits again, almost whining at how pretty they look, at how badly heâd love to fuck you between them, cum all over them.
Heâd cum on every inch of your body.
đœđ Satoru - Youâre so perfect.
Youâre covering your face, sighing as his words - probably just being nice - are too much, they mean too much from him. Youâre questioning everything you are and everything youâve ever known, throbbing with need from his mere words, nipples aching for his touch. You look back at the phone, fingers hovering on the cool dark screen, shaking slightly.
Good Girl𫊠- You still on set?
đœđ Satoru - Unfortunately. That brightened my day. My cock is smiling, you know.
You snort at that.
Good Girl𫊠- Youâre silly. Iâll let you get back to work.
He doesnât want to get back to work.
He wants you on the set, but fuck if heâd let anyone else touch you if you were his-
Wait.
What fucking kind of thought is this!?
He doesnât think that way.
Looking at your picture again, he rushes back out, trying his very best to keep up the tentative erection, he canât manage to get involved however, touching skin thatâs not yours seems wrong somehow. Youâre not together - he doesnât date, he canât date - but he canât stay away from thoughts of you here instead, and how heâd film just the perfect video with you instead.
You would never, but the porn he imagines you two could make is what feeds his brain for the next twenty minutes or so, he tries to let the other men fuck her, as he lets her jerk him, or suck him, shutting his eyes and picturing the tits on his screen. He doesnât even know if heâll be able to cum, finally settling to jerk himself, when theyâre all putting the money shot on the star.
He wants to cum all over your pretty face, god. He vividly sees it as his ropes of cum pour out, and he notices with relief the shoot is over. Usually he would have some friendly banter, but heâs distant, odd as he cleans up, it feels like heâs so uninvolved, even that night heâs staring at your pretty tits again, cock in his hand when youâve messaged him.
Good Girl𫊠- Sweet dreams, Satoru.
Fuck.
He wants you in his bed so bad, but not just to finally fuck into your perfect little pussy, shit it would be nice to hold you. Heâs never done that. To just kiss on you and watch your cute reactions, the little giggles you make. His cock throbs in response, since when has Satoru became someone to masturbate to a fucking photo?
Youâre laying there, hating the thoughts in your mind, that he was with someone else today - but youâre friends. Friends with some âlessonsâ that should not mean as much as they did the other day, not just the pleasure, or how badly you want him inside you, no it was his sweet kisses, him brushing your hair, fuck he fed you and made sure you were okay constantly.
You just want him, any of him.
Cruel, cruel joke - making you fall for a pornstar who will never date. But, here you are, watching three dots move now.
đœđ Satoru - Good night, sweetheart.
The LOVE on chap one is insane for me, I am so glad you all love it! Taglist is closed bc it's too much but I'll keep everyone updated!! <3 I hope you enjoy I can't waittt to hear your thoughts hehe
satoru loves to send you videos whenever youâre in class or at work. heâs such a fucking tease, knowing damn well itâll be hours before youâll be able to get your hands on him again. for him though, heâll never give you the chance to even think of forgetting about him.
the longer youâre apart, the more creative he gets with his content. heâll start by sending mirror selfies in nothing but a pair of well-loved gray sweatpants. without warning, heâll move on to pictures of his hand gripping his cock through his briefs. you check your phone on your break, completely unsuspecting, and the sight heats your skin and makes your throat go dry.
heâll send a video of himself slowly tugging down the waistband of his underwear, that pretty cock springing free. precum leaks from his tip, wet, shiny, enticingâ proof of just how badly he needs you. he squeezes his shaft in attempt to satiate his need to have your tight little pussy swallow him whole, but nothing can compare.
itâs all you can do to make it through the rest of your shift without ruining your panties